Hands on the rail, leaning forward to make out the sails and mountains in mist. Jostled but not tossed or spun about. Keeping time with the snap of waves and the piercing bow cleaving the way onward.

In the distance a silver flash as power and passion sent massive fin making tribute to the welcome sun. As we crash into the next league or fathom, the darkness dwells in the deep,but these days are about light, miles and hope.

Currents tides and gravity from the moon drive us to new ventures. Often placing the finger of cursed memories upon our desire to find new ground. We are not the image of our history, but men of victory, valor and a promise set out by each dawn.

What love does sea possess that she weds or captures the lives and adoration of strong men? Where has she promised to take us? What caress does our relationship guarantee? To what stars and romanced lands are we to be taken?

For the cause of time and markings we make the miles count and the stand upon each dock or beach reflect sound purpose. These feet were made for sand or sky not the carpeted halls of those who push paper.

To God we go. To will we mirror our imagination upon the writ of mindful reason. In reflection of the waves, clouds and stone we show this world and all who watch His season. For the time may come upon us but we prefer to be there before it comes.

The road awaits the touch and sound of feet, eagerly pouncing on opportunity to confirm, validate and express. What does your mind foresee? So many needs, the world waiting and hoping the Sons of God stand up.

This is no dream. This is no practice round or rehearsal. Those determined to be counted and recognized will be challenged. For many this is the moment upon which eternity has waited.

No judgment. No determination or review. Your walk, unless seeking insight is between you and Christ. The Word will be spoken. Some will listen and prevail many will continue as yesterday.

The provision is already ordered, the hope true and yet many still prefer doubt to promise. What gain is found in worry, deadline and the immolation of flesh when spirit rests easy?

There are no requirements but the yearning ear and feet of prophets, trainers and saints. None know the day that could be this one. If such occurred the world would be shaken beyond the core of man’s imagination.

What season have we entered unaware? What remains to acknowledge the return of Almighty? What does it mean to be unappointed to wrath and what is this anger armed against?

Do shaky feet acknowledge the weight of time and unfolding eons? Loam, upon sand upon loose gravel makes no launch or parapet for heroes. The Rock upon which men find hope is all that remains as the King approaches.

What lease? Life came and went free. Grips sustained. Laughs and love given. Pain endured til death parted. No return to the relationships and pleasures adorning this tour.

Show shining eyes. Dour pitch and terms expressive. Reaching hearts with emotive sandblasting. Into the well of souls adorn thy spirit? No bound for a redeeming hope.

How proud the moments spent or shared. Tongues kept home and thoughts roaming horizons beyond imagination. Where does this worm hole go? On to everything.

Facing the radical bounce of market’s plunge. Today’s named true. And all those that loved greatly as God bid them. Champions sans reward. But we know better in Love’s real joy.

How many faith knew better? How frequent the compelling smile or brigand’s remorse for trust in Hope? Who told us to wait until waiting was no longer fashionable? Stern’s List.

Life, measured by the quality and counts of kills or pelts? Friendship held true by those who kept secrets beyond time? How may earned wages from our downfall or smitten health?

There is no place, thing or wrinkle to remember. There is no quest to adorn wet eyes with dry smile. Sullen dreams of steady walks and chats until tomorrow. It’s all too real.

Buried cat the dog admits his lost love. When somehow very little matters while the questions that should never have been asked are answered. And dream awaits a new dawn

In faith you’ve led me to believe. Not simply drives of fear or plenty, but the love that drives the hearts of men to become something greater than they are alone.

The help we may individually provide is seldom look upon in favor. They choose and lose never imagining to be proving daily their allegiance and their worth.

For we are told that it is not about us but about the coming Kingdom. That promise rings in our heads and hearts as true. Still we as men experience the pain of betrayal.

Never saved a sod or sam. Never created nor diffused calamity, for I had planned nothing beyond maintenance of my own weather, emotion and execution.

To walk along the boundaries in hope of being effective. Always knowing but failing to stop myself from believing that somehow my love for them would do the trick.

Delivered from the stresses and realities of failure. All along a pawn to this world and something greater by creation. One chance to be used by the King.

Real work and consequence yet my ego still clamors for hands upon the wheels of time and favor. I am more dangerous than a puppet, drone or simpleton because I want a name.

Synonymous with glory, honor and praise that I may go to heaven bragging of the roles I’ve played and my greater importance than all those I claimed to love.

There are no remaining questions. There are no words left to shout or bandy about in hope of creating fear and overreaction to my claims. I have proven my simplicity.

In misunderstanding I feel the cold pots for embers that may yet catch spark in the fearful frozen dawn. I have left myself depending upon self for power that I never had.

When all along I was sent to serve the Master and instead of simply listening and following direction I chose to ride hard through the winter’s fall in search of medals, men and midnight.

Love in my dimpled cheeks intention consumes my heart. My mind transformed by the righteous affirmation of God’s Word. I have no malice and know that you are doing your very best. If you weren’t you would certainly admit it and seek change. For what does it benefit a man to fool the world, wear a mask, camouflaging or concealing the man he’s become and the works he intends to make his worldly mark? Things have to make sense or they are not worthy of discussion unless we are seeking shame or comedic evaluation of the sublime will of man to be different no matter what the cause or cost.

This time is shaping up to make the choices evident. The clarity is dumbfounding and awe inspiring for we are being presented the evidence of God’s Will for Humankind in the inescapable choice set before us. Choose Him or something else the wind screams. Each of us faced with the gravity that we cannot see but feel weighing heavily upon our lives, especially for those pursuing their treasures, glory and fulfillment through achievement or works. Yet the indescribable effort of those seeking to escape His reality is painful to review. Men who will contort their lives, hearts and reality to escape the Truth of God’s Grace and the density it takes to deny the destiny each of us face challenges credulity.

All men are set against the dividing line of Christ Jesus gratefully accepting acknowledgement as King or displaying rage, denial and egoistic houses of cards to explain away the inevitable. There is no middle ground as those failing to make a choice has demonstrated their disbelief in that disinterest or luke warm behavior. I do not demand what you believe but I love you enough to warn you of the gospel and the reality of duality in hopes that you will respond and make the right choice for yourself. Prayerfully hoping that you choose eternity, though not amazed that so many will choose the opposite. In fact it is clear that those who do choose Christ, setting themselves apart for Him will most likely be a minuscule sample of the whole of mankind. This matches the word and the general reluctance of mankind to obey.

The only way for judge to be fair, ALL must be offered the same opportunity and have the free will to choose between the obvious opposites. Then that Judge will rely solely on your own testimony of a review of your own life, thoughts, works and prayers or lack thereof. This is the fairness of the judge we face the one who came into this dimension and He Himself completed the very task He demanded. Abhorring Hypocrisy He told US to follow Him and make our own choice to either acknowledge that truth readily revealed to all or turn ourselves over to our own vain imagination. Jesus gave us the opportunity to face Him in judgment where no one can proclaim that they are victim of their own choosing. I see this time of choice upon us and pray that you at least use what He gave you to decide where you will spend eternity. In Jesus’ name.

In comfort lay absent wisdom. For the embellishment of personal dreams follow the broad path of man’s wilful disobedience to change.To have what you need and walk away to the prize of want is disgust with higher things of man. In the moments of dilemma or affable challenge demonstrates for history a choice of the world over transformation by heavenly things.

What then is the balance to prompting toward perfection? A dulos is far superior to puppet or hateful slave. Choice is the power and authority of each man living. Skinny, broad and barely navigable paths lay before each of us for the choosing and endurance. Every man knows the truth therefore there will be no excuses offered the king at judgment. Does midnight capture or avoid the truth?

In my presumptive innocence my folly is constructed. For in a position to ask forgiveness, owing debts we cannot pay we are riven of exaggeration. I cannot say that I started out well then embrace the chemical nature of retribution for the truth of Christ is the only understanding which offers path to freedom. Freedom from opinion. Freedom of mediocrity. Freedom from eternal life separated from all things that were ever good.

My joy are the tests and trials before me. Not for a love of pain or abrasive nature of friction, but knowing in perpetuity that this is the skinny path for few will choose it. I do not seek the fatty meats in comfort afforded to kings but the blistered hands of men who work and build. My mind, my character does not cease but grows. My love does not sour but becomes strong. My eyes no longer aspire to a mark upon this world.

No longer seek to please the gods of this world or the desires of the man who continues to clamor for control having been buried and reborn in Jesus. Let discomfort be my portion and the wonderful pests as heaven approaches. For I am bound for eternity in Christ. And the truths that will be revealed, the trials faced in joy and the Revelation of His Return is my choice ready made.

Insignificant, irrelevant, irresolute, irreal. Who makes such pronouncement of title? Useful things conquer through successful resolution and action. Irresolution never decides history nor the things people finding worthy of pursuit.

Capture comes from leaning too far into the snare. Loop, bait, lust or ambition all end up in confinement. Who are the Lords of time, space, movement, breath and thought? Compelling gods of convincing argument.

What is freedom and does it have certain risks of limitation or misuse? So many these days are imprudent, rash and lack diplomacy. Into peace war is injected as the outcome of severe thinking and gameful acquisition of that which is neither owned nor bequeathed.

Is there a place upon which both eyes focus? Is there meeting of minds or quest to master all relevance? What discipline of thought provokes the young to find the honey coated passions of historical folly a newly proclaimed doctrine of promise, hope and power?

We cannot be sold that which we refused to entertain. Now in mistaken flight toward the unknown promise of tomorrow we sacrifice today. Walking with shades. Influenced by whispers, hampered by sense. What is left to humanity?

Shame is not a reward. Hope more rich than ivory and masculinity. For in my moments of shame and glory I may be walking directly into the natural antidote of my improper planning and acquisition. What is achieved unless believable? What is made that sustains when bought of blood and innocence?

You counsel the impractical and welcome the sublime, ignoring that which self defines as undecided. When the words of children are simple and straightforward they always mention kindness as the best eventuality. Why is repentance pivotal? Why a return to heart and song the only instance of repair and survival past the predicament? Why is God always Right?

This is neither void nor vacuum. This is not a shack, though meager, run down by the ravages of discountenance. These are not the addled hands of a disconnected compos mentis. We are not anything other than surrendered, obedient and ambient. Do not bring gather your chain mail shirt hoping to crown a knight or impose allegiance to some perfect quest for there is One God and He alone shall I serve.

Do you see the ranger working alone in light of day? This is not the world of my eternal allegiance. These are not the hands to mend time, fill requisitions or master the arts of proper etiquette. Perfect embedded in the moments of reflection, change and opportunity. Fashion is a formality. Fudge is messy. And wiping hands upon ones shirt or pants always leaves a mark. What faith to yonder tree have I acquitted?

Faith found in connection, hope and trust, not in performance or cache of eloquence. Formation of time and space does not my residence recall. A man made for porch and love shall not find end or treatise in resolve of difficult dilemma, but in the knowledge that the problem is illusion or test. I am not a man to do but a thought to be promised. Who hails the masters of agape? Who finds solid ground in a world where loam is prince and peace is something you proclaim for attention?

A way. A day. A moment for those asking. An idea not unique but born of the Divine and welcomed as Truth in honorable existence. Walking the steps laid out for the dance I’ve yet to learn in music beyond the edges of universal understanding. There are no partners accepting those waiting for the light, the rhythm and the footfalls of God’s Pleasure. Into His pursuits have I pledged this waiting, not for accommodation nor for recompense but simply trust, knowing that whatever comes round the bend will be the best lived days of a man committed to reason and the right side of heaven.